Register the Mundane

I have no problem Finding beauty in the most ordinary things Like sunshine’s crystallized mourning song Falling down the Arizona sky like raindrops from India Purple, pink, orange destiny Slowly reclining before the ebony embrace of twilight There is nothing wrong With a coffee before bedtime Rich pumpkin spice scent wafting from the air vents Hugging the streets between breaths of hot air Autumn memories before a park bench Silence before the poet Booms into (check two one three, check) the Mic and spits out truth A shopping spree after payday Ringing it up at the register The cashier boy with his deep brown eyes and tenor voice That seeps into every crevice of the floor Skateboard King on Sundays The aerials and ollies, flips still twinkling in his eyes Chocolate lust hair that swept in front of his Eyes The most beautiful things in life Aren’t hard to appreciate When he has eyes like that When I fall I fall hard (God damn) [Those eyes] Bam on the counter Heart still warm from previous engagements “Did you find everything okay, today?” “Yes, yes I did” “I’m glad” And I searched, searched from some hidden meaning in his words Nothing more then what I wanted He looked deep, Deep Deep down into me I have no problem Being in love with the person Nobody seems to notice Because I have no problem Finding the beauty in the most ordinary things